dismissible

She wears two faces like an art form
I hear my name from behind the wall
she didn’t answer my call
I don’t wait around to hear the way
her words linger in duplicity

I step off the late night porch
into the glow of street lights
and kick the pavement back
to where I belong
alone with nothing
but sadness and  
questions for company

…

It’s like I’m ten years old again
listening to the way the walls whisper
with the voices of betrayal
anger colouring my cheeks scarlet
as tears glisten on my skin  
and I leave them to their words
my body crumpling in dejection

…

I don’t cry this time
I don’t crumble and rip my knees
on the pavement in a bloody prayer
to a God who’s not listening
asking why me
why now
why… anything

I’m not ten years old anymore
trying to understand cruelty
through the faces of people I love
because pulling out my insides
and offering them up as a gift
has never been enough
to appease a universe or a lover
who has once again mistaken
my kindness for weakness

© Indie Adams 2015